Thus I Wrote

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Under the Falling Sun

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I see it in the distance
Under the falling sun
I’ve food and I’ve water
And a little black gun

I hear laughter and noise
In the valley below
They push to make
Some shape I don’t know

I walk in the twilight
Sometimes I run
I can’t change much
To stop the sun

I look for humility
In this scene
My actions build
My art to be seen

Written by ThusIWrote

June 1st, 2021 at 10:30 pm

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